To be honest, Eugene wouldn’t have recognized Iris if he didn’t know she was behind all this. Iris’ change was shocking to that extent.

Iris had originally been an elven ranger, so she usually wore leather armor and a camo poncho for mobility. Even when she led the dark elves in field operations, Iris stuck to the same outfit.

She knew how to hunt elven rangers. Therefore, she trained her subordinate dark elves to be hunters that hunted the original elven hunters.

When she had begun to fight in front of the Demon King of Fury’s castle, she had worn black chain armor and swung a scimitar to block the hero’s party instead of her usual outfit.

Eugene could still recall the memory vividly — the Demon King of Fury’s children were adopted. Some children weren’t even demonfolks. However, they were one of the toughest enemies he had to fight against in Helmuth.

‘I should have killed her.’ Eugene silently gritted his teeth.

However, he couldn’t. Unlike the other Demon Kings, the Demon King of Fury had sacrificed his life to let his children escape, allowing Iris and Oberon to survive the hunt of the hero’s party.

Iris, whom Eugene couldn’t kill at the time, was sitting in front of Eugene after 300 years. She looked unrecognizably different now.

“Kid.” Putting her right foot on the table this time, Iris tilted her head. “Why aren’t you kneeling in front of me even though you know who I am?”

“You don’t look like the head of Bullshot Mercenaries. Are you a new mafia boss that reigns over this street?”

“Are you spouting bullshit because you want to pretend to be brave?” Iris gave a twisted smile.

Without answering, Eugene looked beyond Iris. Ten dark elves were standing behind the sofa, all wearing red suit jackets.

‘The organization must have undergone a major change over the past 300 years.’ Eugene assumed.

There were some familiar faces among those elves. They had been serving Iris as her right-hand elves for a long time. These were the dark elven...